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a holy ode to fits of 8A Poem by mamewhiti fight number fits, i like 8 bits is a byte.digital infinity, a saros octave of serenity.eighter from decatur, a dead man's hand, a super 8 thrill.ri.. |
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LAA Poem by mamewhitthe city of angels is a city of gypsies.a city of folded hands, the oak of golden dreams.what siren called the sagebrush bohemians and wondering hippi.. |
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blue straw hatA Poem by mamewhitwearing my heat wave blue straw hathumidity hitting like a brickbatcausing all to take beach chancessweet sweat running down the backblazing sun beati.. |
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Kudzu Man, the GMO evolution of humansA Story by mamewhit"i told them not to plant those seeds. i told all the farmers aroundhere they would one day reap what they had sown. imyself never ate the stuff. yeah.. |
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the southern rantA Poem by mamewhitthere is nothing like a southern rantto turn you on your heelsto cause your gut to over boil and pantwe speak our mind with fervant zealit is not the .. |
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reason to rhymeA Poem by mamewhitoccasionally my iambic pentameter can be off beatan ode could become a sonnet sweeping you off your feetmy lyrical epic falls to prose that is sure to.. |
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i count the treeA Poem by mamewhitlooking up to the sun sitting under a treedensity of green in the urban jungle poetryi count the treeshadows reflecting the fractals of lifedistrubute.. |
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remember 9/11! where was the mothman?A Poem by mamewhitremember, how could you forget?etched in the being of our time.prophesied through the years to come alive.the energy felt long before the act.where wa.. |
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it's been six days since my last...A Poem by mamewhitit has been six days since my last...it’s no sin if you’re my saint.i’ll walk away if you tell me so,cause that’s how much i l.. |
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muse modeA Poem by mamewhitthe calling of the cold blank page begs for the tenth muse.searching for divine inspiration in random google algorithms.contemporary distractions make.. |
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